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Friday, August 30, 2013

Time Again For Saturday Spankings

This week I’m continuing on from where I left off last week with His Firm Guidance. I hope you like it. Getting in a little early this week so I don’t end up in the Principal’s office. Off to my four year old granddaughter’s birthday party. 

Even though she knew she was in trouble, it was comforting to lay across Tyler's warm lap. She folded her arms on the soft fabric and lay down her head allowing her eyes to drift closed for a brief few seconds. Her breath caught as her skirt slowly rose up her legs and thighs until finally a cool rush of air wafted across her vulnerable cheeks making her shiver. She wasn't cold for long. A warm hand skimmed over her bottom and then squeezed so hard it almost hurt. The first spank took her breath away with it's intensity leaving her speechless but when the second hit she found her voice. Expletives a pirate would be proud of burst out of her mouth one after the other.
“Enough!” Tyler blurted with an extra hard spank to each quivering pink cheek.

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Lucy Appleby Is On My Blog Today!

Today I’m so excited to introduce you to the multi talented Lucy Appleby! Welcome Lucy!

Hi Constance

Thank you for inviting me – I'm delighted to be here. :)

What got me interested in writing?

It goes way back. I was always scribbling down stories as a kid, and just before I went to University I sent off a manuscript to two publishers. The first one rejected it and the second one did too! But the good news was that they commissioned me to write for their list. So over the years I've had seven books for children published, and later on in life came eight business books and two scientific and technical reports – all of these from mainstream publishers, and all hard copy.

That's all very well, but what about the spanky stuff?! I began writing spanking stories around 2000 and I've been writing them ever since!

Some of your readers might know me by the handle flopsybunny (cute, eh?) but I decided to use a different name for my commercial works. I write general spanking stories/novella's as Lucy Appleby and I also use the pen name Abigail Armani for my more romantic titles. I currently have 28 ebooks by Lucy Appleby (M/F and F/M orientations) and 6 by Abigail Armani (all M/F).

Recent Releases

The Bad Boy story Book was so popular I decided to bring out another volume. Volume 2 was released in August, and is packed with F/M stories. A huge thank you to my talented friend RedRump for his cover artwork.

Prior to that comes another title for F/M lovers. Horrible Aunt Harriet & her Nephew is a humorous rite-of-passage story between a misbehaving nephew and his strict aunt. Aunt Harriet is a real character. She isn't based on anyone I know, but I have her in my head and I know that underneath the strict exterior she's a pussycat!

A more sexy, sultry tale is The Postmistress and the Gardener, which tells of a developing relationship between the dominant post mistress Vanessa Pascal, and a handsome hunk of a gardener who eagerly submits as he learns new and darkly decadent pleasures. The cover is amazing – a huge thank you to the Goddess Sophia for allowing me to use her stunning image.

Personal Favourites

The Beachcomber's Love is definitely a favourite. It is a romance, set on the east coast of England around the picturesque Robin Hood's Bay and Runswick Bay. I never get tired of visiting those places and once spent a week in a little cottage in Robin Hood's Bay.

I'm also quite taken with The Suitcase Man. Anyone looking for a hot romance will enjoy the delicious charms of The Suitcase Man, who finds his way inside the heads of countless women to unearth their secret fantasies … which he then seeks to fulfil! Ohhhhh … yum!

I love pigs! I really do! Muriel and the Pig! is a tale to show the fun side of spanking. Muriel persuades her husband to let her have one of those sweet little miniature tea-cup sized piggies as a pet. They are very expensive though, so she spends the pig money on new clothes and uses what's left to buy a much cheaper pig – which grows to be absolutely enormous and eats everything in sight! It goes without saying that Muriel gets a spanking!

My Cowboy Collection

I love cowboys even more than pigs! I created (as Abigail Armani) the Love on a Ranch series. There are three titles so far and more planned – all featuring big strong sexy cowboys and their women. The first book in the series is The Texas Rancher and the English Rose. Alpha male Hank Armstrong meets Rose while he is on vacation in England and the two fall madly in love … though their relationship isn't without obstacles.

The second book in this series is My Texas Cowboy. Here we have Rose, now engaged to Hank, and staying at the Armstrong ranch in Texas. But someone conspires to keep the two apart ... 

The Cattle Rustler's Bride is next. It tells the story of Cindy, who has come to Texas for the wedding of Rose and Hank. While the happy couple are away on honeymoon, Cindy has adventures, romance and intrigue of her own, fuelled by the enigmatic cowboy Luke Daniels. However, it seems Luke has a secret that Cindy is determined to reveal …

Coming Soon

There are three new titles from Lucy Appleby: The Spanking Tent; The Housekeeper; and Amanda and the Policeman. (I have a thing about a man in uniform;) All of these will be released during the next few weeks. There are two forthcoming books from Abigail Armani - Country Loving; and Tales of Discipline with Love.

 Plus in collaboration with Geraldine Hillis, Angela Stone and J Wackford Colton is The Curiosity Shop (which has just been released)

Country Loving

This is a romantic and fun tale about Dotty and Grant, and here is a little taster. I hope you like it!

Grant stared icily at this strange rambling woman on his doorstep, wondering how he could possibly get rid of her.

"George isn't a person," she explained. "Fancy you thinking he was! Though I'm convinced he thinks he is a real person at times! George is a rooster. And he's gone missing, the bad boy."

"What - a bloody chicken?!"

"He most certainly isn't a chicken. He's a rooster. He used to come down here on visits, when Mr Palmer lived here. They were very good friends."

"Look, I'm sorry, but I haven't seen a rooster round here. I..."

"Ssssssh - listen. I hear him! George!" called Dotty. "Come on, Georgie! Chuck chuck chuck."

To Grant's amazement, an answering call sounded from his back garden. Blasted rooster! It had better not be digging up my vegetable plot, he thought as he opened a small side gate that led round the back of the house. Dotty followed him, clucking madly. The woman was clearly nuts. And there, rootling about in the flower beds, trampling on the dahlias, was George. Grant stared at George. George stared back and waved his russet tail feathers. There was a look of murderous intent in his beady little eyes. He suddenly lunged forward and pecked Grant on the ankle.

"OW! Bastard bird!" yelled Grant, rubbing his ankle.

"It's only a little nip. You'll be fine," said Dotty.

"Only a little nip? Darn animal almost had my bloody leg off," snarled Grant. "Let me get my hands on it - I'll throttle it then casserole it."

"Throttle and casserole my George?! I don't think so," huffed Dotty. "You obviously don't know anything about roosters. He's only being friendly."

"Oh I see - friendly, is he? So what's this nasty red stuff trickling into my sock?"

"It's just a little drop of blood. Don't be a baby," said Dotty dismissively. She stooped down and began crawling on her hands and knees, clucking and cajoling the rooster.

Grant was about to let fly with a torrent of abuse, but at the sight of the well proportioned bottom swaying and wobbling about in front of his eyes, the words dried up in his throat. It was almost a year since he had spanked a bottom, and the one jiggling before him presented a very tempting target. His palm began to itch.

Work in Progress I have a huge list! It's all a bit daunting, but can also be fun and rewarding. And, since my partner and I set up LSF Publications in January this year, we have released 150 books with another 25 or so scheduled for release over the coming weeks – so life is very busy indeed!

Thanks so much Constance for letting me share these bits and pieces with you and your readers. I really appreciate it.

Lucy Appleby, August 2013

Thank YOU Lucy, I loved having you! Please come back anytime :)

Saturday, August 24, 2013

It’s That Time Again Must Be Saturday…Spankings!!!

Today for my eight sentences I’m going to continue (almost) from where I left off last week. Tyler and Whitney have gone to the old picnic ground for privacy. 

            Whitney's legs were shaking as she watched Tyler spread a waterproof backed quilt onto the ground.
             “My Mom's idea of a picnic blanket.” He explained. “She made it for me.”
             “Nice. I'd rather see it spread with a picnic instead of me.”
             Tyler sat down and patted his lap. “Come on naughty girl, lay over my lap.”

             With a sigh Whitney did as she was told, thankful that Tyler had calmed down. He even sounded a little playful when he'd ordered her over his lap. Hadn't he? Who was she kidding, he was calm but he wasn't playing.

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Monday, August 19, 2013

Today I’m Lucky Enough to Have Celeste Jones Visiting!

Please welcome Celeste Jones who has come to talk to us about her new book Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance.

Until now, all of my books and short stories were contemporary. I liked writing about modern career women who craved submission. Writing about women in Regency Era England was about as far from that as you can get. And maybe that was part of the fun. I always like to try new things. In the Regency era a woman’s primary goal was to find a husband. A good marriage was one that provided for financial security and social standing. If you happened to love each other, that was a bonus. If a woman didn’t marry, she had to rely on either an inheritance (which would usually be administered by a male relative) or the kindness of her family.

In many ways, marriage gave a woman more freedom than being single. A married woman ran her own household, had the freedom to spend at least a small amount of money, and could move about in society with a bit more freedom than a single woman who was always chaperoned.
In Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance, Lady Katherine is a dowager countess. What’s that mean? Well, if I got it right, it means that she was married to an earl and he died. But, the estate is entailed upon the male line, which means that even though she was married she did not inherit her husband’s estate. This puts her in a precarious position, indeed.

She could live out her days in the role of dowager countess, but even the mere sound of it was too dreary and uninspired to consider. Life was meant to be experienced and enjoyed. There were balls and concerts to attend. Gossip to be shared. How she longed to promenade along Hyde Park in a fine new dress and hat. She had performed the requisite period of mourning for her husband and the social season was just beginning. She had no intention of sitting on the sidelines.
Her best option was to find a new husband, no small task, even for her. For one, although still beautiful, she was no longer a maiden. Secondly, her inability to conceive had not gone unnoticed by the eligible gentlemen of her acquaintance.
Beauty, without fertility, would only get her so far. And finally, now that she had experienced life as Lady Katherine Winchester, how could she possibly be satisfied with any other existence?
She had flirted her way into the good graces of the most desirable men of the ton. One silly American ought to be wrapped around her finger in no time.
When a scandal erupts and forces them to marry, Thomas uses both tenderness and discipline to prepare his wife to face society and regain her good name. Will this fine English Lady surrender to the American?
She could live out her days in the role of dowager countess, but even the mere sound of it was too dreary and uninspired to consider. Life was meant to be experienced and enjoyed. There were balls and concerts to attend. Gossip to be shared. How she longed to promenade along Hyde Park in a fine new dress and hat. She had performed the requisite period of mourning for her husband and the social season was just beginning. She had no intention of sitting on the sidelines.
Her best option was to find a new husband, no small task, even for her. For one, although still beautiful, she was no longer a maiden. Secondly, her inability to conceive had not gone unnoticed by the eligible gentlemen of her acquaintance.
Beauty, without fertility, would only get her so far. And finally, now that she had experienced life as Lady Katherine Winchester, how could she possibly be satisfied with any other existence?
She had flirted her way into the good graces of the most desirable men of the ton. One silly American ought to be wrapped around her finger in no time.
When a scandal erupts and forces them to marry, Thomas uses both tenderness and discipline to prepare his wife to face society and regain her good name. Will this fine English Lady surrender to the American?
The only daughter of an earl, she had grown up in luxury and indulgence. Her brother had inherited the title, but soon gambled away most of the assets set aside for the care of Katherine and her mother, which left Katherine’s unsurpassed beauty as the only real asset she and her mother had to support themselves. Her mother had guarded her daughter’s virtue like the treasure it was until Charles, the Earl of Winchester, had fallen madly in love with Katherine.
Charles had been an attentive and kind husband and Katherine found that over time she had grown to care for him very much. Her deepest regret was her inability to conceive an heir.
Not only had it saddened both Charles and Katherine to be childless, but because the estate was entailed upon the male line, sudden widowhood had thrust Katherine into the role of dowager, though without any relationship or affinity with the new earl, she assumed he would consider her as simply an extra responsibility to be dealt with as expediently and thriftily as possible.

Her fate, over which she had no control, rested upon the whims of an uncultured American.

Blurb: The House of Winchester is set on its ear when Thomas, a distant cousin of the recently deceased earl, arrives to assume his role as Lord Winchester. In addition to an elegant London home and a luxurious country estate, Thomas "inherits" Lady Katherine, the widow of the former earl. Lady Katherine, herself the daughter of an earl, is horrified that a barbaric American will not only be the new lord of the manor, but also responsible for her future support and livelihood. Lady Katherine is determined to maintain her position in society and equally determined to ignore the brash American. That is, until their passions override their good judgment.






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Friday, August 16, 2013

Saturday Spanking Time Again!

Today for my eight sentences I’m going to share another excerpt from His Firm Guidance. Before this scene Whitney is in trouble for upsetting Tyler’s Mom. They lack privacy in his parent’s house so Tyler  takes his wife to an old camping ground where they used to go as kids to spank her. Whitney has been warned about swearing but she lets fly in the car. She finds herself on an impromptu shopping trip at a drug store. He chose each item and then passed them to her making her carry them to the counter.

A bottle of water from the fridge on the way in, a brush from the hair accessory isle and finally from the beauty isle he showed her a bar of soap before passing it to her meaningfully.

Her eyes widened as the register rang up each item. Surely he wasn't going to put that thing in her mouth for real. If it was an empty threat then he was taking it pretty seriously. That brush looked like it was going to hurt. She hoped the embarrassment she was feeling wasn't written all over her face. Did that girl that rang up their items know what Tyler planned to do with them? It was too much to think about, all she wanted to do was get back in the car. Even if it did mean she was heading towards a quiet place with a pissed off man that just bought a new wood backed hairbrush.

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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Today I have Thianna on my Blog!

Please welcome the beautiful Thianna D!

Thanks, Constance, for letting my book tour be on your blog today:)

This is day 5 of the As Natural As Breathing Book Blog Tour. Have you been reading along? If not, you can find all the posts here.

Growing up in a domestic discipline definitely gives one a different perspective on it. Logan has known about DD his entire life and as such, it is normal for him. Considering most of the world thinks of it as an alternative lifestyle, it makes one think. What does alternative lifestyle mean? And does it truly apply?

After all, one could argue that any lifestyle could be considered alternative. If you grew up in a different one. For Logan, he has seen how close his parents are and how loving his family is, especially in comparison with some others. As such, domestic discipline is what he wants for his own relationship. The problem is? How do you explain that to the other person if they know nothing about it?

In this snippet, Logan talks to his father about just that question.

Dad, how common is a domestic discipline relationship?”

I don’t think it is that common,” Gregory admitted. “Most people would be shocked to know I spank your mother. The fact she enjoys it, looks forward to it and sometimes asks for it would horrify them even further.” He chuckled. “You should have seen her face when I first suggested it.”

Well, that was a conversation opening if Logan had ever seen it. “Dad? When do I mention it to Christian? I mean, in Seattle at the gay clubs, saying I like to spank can practically be an opening line. But I don’t want to scare him off. And yet…I also want the kind of relationship you two have.” Logan stopped speaking as he realized he was babbling. “I know we have only been on one date, but I really like him.”Gregory watched his son for a moment before smiling. “You do, don’t you? Well, son, I will admit to being woefully ignorant of the homosexual side of things. You have told me that spanking as a fetish is common. For someone like Christian who is from a very straight-laced family, it might be a bit of a shock. You need one of two things to happen. First, you two need to be far enough in your relationship that it is a relationship to discuss it. Second, you could take him to a club where he could see some fetishes going on and see what turns him on.”

Book Description:
As Natural As BreathingLength: Novel
Genre: Gay Spanking Romance

For Christian Darringer, life isn’t worth living. Just back from the Middle East; scarred and with permanent damage to one leg, he does not think anyone will want him for anything. Meeting a gorgeous man he finds himself thinking about constantly is not in his plans. Pulled toward the startling younger man with striking blue eyes, he begins to question a lot of things – especially his sexuality. Not one to hide from a challenge, he plunges ahead only to find himself more than just attracted to Logan who is full of life and joy, he finds himself head over heels in love.
Logan Mannette has almost everything he ever wanted: loving parents, happiness, friends and security. The only thing missing is finding the love of his life, a love that is just like his parents’. When he meets Christian at a party, everything changes. Instantly attracted, he does his best to help this sad man and quickly finds himself feeling more than he has ever felt before. Raised in a domestic discipline household, he holds that ideal as what he wants but his interest in spanking became a fetish and when Christian admits that he wants to be spanked, Logan believes he might have found the perfect man.
Just as everything begins for them, Christian’s past intercedes and one of his brothers makes waves about him dating a man. If it weren’t for Logan’s support, he might fold; but with the love of one amazing man, Christian finds that living his life rather than just existing is as natural as breathing.

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Thianna D

For Thianna D, reading and writing are as important as breathing and far more important than math or science. A storyteller from the time she could speak, she was always making up characters as a kid. As a teenager that turned to sci-fi and fantasy, as an adult to romance. It wasn’t until her fourth decade that she began writing erotic scenes within her stories.
Writing M/M came naturally to her; she wrote her first tale before ever having read one. “There is something about the amazing dynamic between two strong men falling in love and defeating anything thrown at them.” While she had written several BDSM stories involving men, As Natural As Breathing was the first full-length novel involving domestic discipline.

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Monday, August 12, 2013

Co Authors of The Journal, Liv Honeywell and Domitri Xavier are on my blog today. Come and meet them!

Today I'm happy to have with me Liv Honeywell and Domitri Xavier, the hot BDSM co authors of The Journal. Welcome guys!

Thank you, Constance. We’re really happy to be here and thank you for having us .

Back Cover Copy:

“Come to my study at eight o’clock sharp. Dress for dinner. Wear high heels and put on that dress – you know what I expect of you.”
When the order comes Livia is torn between anticipation and dread.
Does he know? How could he possibly know what she has done? And how can she find the words and the courage to tell him?
As eight o’clock edges ever nearer, Livia waits outside the study door, trembling; uncertain of what she will find when she comes face to face with her Master.
If he knows… If he does, there will be consequences. There is no doubt about that.
What will be the price for her moment of disobedience?
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I'm curious about how you got started. Who had the first idea for this story?

Domitri: Liv and I met about 12 years ago but most of that time I wasn't aware that she was a writer. About a year ago, Liv contacted me with the idea of writing something together and I responded with the first chapter of the book. For various reasons almost a year went by before we got down to it seriously. In general, during the writing process, I was very keen to move the story on and equally excited to read Liv's responses (as she, of course, was to read mine!).
The idea was mine, the plot shifts were mine, and all Liv had to do was react. And how beautifully she did.

Liv: Good gracious, is something wrong? Are you feeling quite well? That was an actual compliment you just gave me. And a relatively long, proper answer. Who are you, and what have you done with Domitri?

Domitri: Liv, I am surprised that you should remark upon my beneficence and generosity with my time. I'm absolutely known for it. Please keep your answers short. I'm sure nobody is very interested in what you have to say.

Liv: Ah, there we go. Back to normal!
There’s not really a lot to add to that. Once I got Domitri’s first section he told me that he wanted me to write the same section from the slave’s point of view, and that was it really. We were off and running.

Is there much conflict when you're writing with someone else?

Domitri: No. She just does as she's told.
Again, since I was the one propelling the plot and knew what that would be all along, it was Liv’s frankly more difficult job, to respond to each twist and turn. We respect each other's writing and even when we were proof reading for the tenth time, there were never any cross words exchanged between us.

Liv: I always do as I’m told. I’m a good girl, practically angelic. I have to be to put up with him!
No, seriously, writing with Domitri was an absolute pleasure. I did find writing some of the story difficult and had to really think about it, but then again, Domitri was the one who had to worry about the plot and where it was going. The whole thing just seemed to flow from start to finish, and Domitri is right, we never had any disagreements at all. Fingers crossed that the next one in the series is the same.

Domitri: Yes, on mature reflection, it was much more difficult for me.

Who has the final say on a scene if you DON'T agree?

Domitri: I wonder if you can possibly imagine who that might be.

Liv: I’m saying nothing!

That may have been a silly question...
On the other side of the scale, I would imagine if you hit a patch of writer's block it would be good to have someone to bounce off. Do YOU find that?

Domitri: Yes. I don't think I did have writer’s block. Liv reading out loud to me her responses gave her a voice for the character which made it easier for me to take control of the situation.
It's a very interesting question, and you should congratulate yourself for asking it.

Why thank you Dimitri!

Liv: Domitri, how patronising can you be?

Domitri: That’s not being patronising. Little ladies deserve a pat on the head when they’ve done something well.

Liv: I do apologise for him, Constance. Anyway, back to the question. I never had writer’s block while we were writing The Journal. Some of the situations Domitri presented me with almost forced a response out of me. I reacted instinctively and then poured it onto the page. And the way he controlled everything, I actually felt submissive and that gave me so much to do with it all, so much to react to. That’s why I didn't get writer's block. And the only thing I had to do was respond. I didn’t have to worry at all about the plot or think what came next. It wasn’t up to me.

Domitri has helped me a lot though, if I’ve had writer’s block when working on other stories or guest posts, so having someone to throw ideas around with is definitely a good thing.

Domitri: Good girl.

Did you write much of yourself into your characters?

Domitri: Some. In the book the slave takes a peek at my private journal. For me, as a Master, this would mean that the slave, after having been given a chance to explain herself, would almost certainly have been dismissed from my service. I have unbend-able rules and if they are broken, the cost is very high. These rules are not random but very carefully thought out to test the obedience of my slave. If they are broken, then the trust has gone and the relationship would be at an end.

Liv: I had to do a lot of thinking about how I would react to some of the situations in the book before I could write as the slave, so to some extent I did, yes.

So apart from the obvious BDSM elements, would you say there was a little humour in your story?

Domitri: Not on this occasion, no. I do write a lot of light comedy but this certainly doesn't fall into that category. A serious incident had taken place and that needed to be reflected in the writing. My character had to control his rage at what had happened... No good Master delivers punishment in anger.

Liv: I love comedy but, like Domitri said, this is really quite a serious book. The slave has done something absolutely forbidden and her Master wants the truth. He actually says; “I want to ask you something. If you lie to me or try to hide the truth even a little, we're done, okay? We will be over.” I know how that made me feel when I read it in the first draft and that really does leave little room for humour. That’s not (or certainly shouldn’t be) an often trotted out threat. If he feels he’s got to say something like that, she really is in the deepest trouble she could possibly be in. She is, of course, going to tell the truth because of the situation but also because she is a very honest person and she wouldn’t lie to him anyway; but no matter what she says in reply, no matter what reasons or justification she thinks she had, they both know she’s going to be thoroughly punished for what she has done. The Journal couldn’t be described as a humorous book, though it does lighten at the end. That doesn’t mean none of the others in the series will have any humour though.

What's next for you two?

Domitri: Ah! We are writing a series of books with the generic title, Her Master’s Voice. Each will take as its starting point, one of the poems already published on, and the next one is to be set to the poem Shreds. By all means take a look for yourself.

Liv: Yes, Domitri writes such beautiful poetry. We were almost done with the first draft of The Journal and I realised the story line was quite similar to one of his poems, so I suggested we print it at the start of the book. Then I had the idea to write a series of books either based on or inspired by his poems, and he came up with the series title.

Ok I usually ask people four quick questions so we can get to know you. Want to play?

Domitri: Oh I think we can do that.

What's your favourite food?

Domitri: Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, and for dessert, Waitrose white chocolate tiramisu, licked from the back of my personal assistant, Fifi de Manique.

Liv: Oh you want me to pick only one? Well I wouldn’t complain if presented with what Domitri mentioned – not that he ever lets me get anywhere near the white chocolate tiramisu, you understand! I love Italian food too and my favourite is something I make occasionally – chicken and bacon pasta with sunblush tomatoes and green pesto. Yummm. For dessert? After that it would have to be something light, so probably blueberry cheesecake.

Domitri: My God, you do go on.

Who would you pick to play you in a movie?

Domitri: Meryl Streep

Liv: *Looks at Domitri* Ah yes, I can see the obvious resemblance. For me, Alex Kingston because of the hair, and apparently, I look like her too.

If you could live anywhere on earth where would that be?

Domitri: A gentleman’s home is his castle. He has no business living anywhere else.

Liv: I’d love to live near the sea somewhere so I could walk on the beach every day.

Lastly, do you have an excerpt from The Journal you'd like to share with us?

We certainly do. Here’s a little from near the beginning of the book:
"Look at me."
The words I had been half hoping for, half dreading. Would he be able to tell what I was thinking? I opened my eyes and looked up at him, letting him see how vulnerable I was before him and how much I wanted to please him. The expression on his face almost stopped my breath. There was so much love in his eyes, such emotion, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat and blinked back tears of joy mixed sickeningly with guilt. How very much I loved this man, and what I had done to him…
He swept me into his arms and kissed me hard, his hands roaming my body again. Our tongues tangled; his determinedly invading my mouth, mine softly yielding to his touch. I leaned against him, wishing that I could hold him too. I pressed my body against his, wanting to show him how much he meant to me, hoping that would be enough.
He broke the kiss and moved slightly, his hand slipping between our bodies to tease me between my legs again. I was soaking wet. How could I be otherwise? He did not even need to touch me to provoke this reaction. When we were together, his presence was enough and, when apart, just the thought of him was all I needed. My body was not mine any more. It responded to him, ached for him, whether I would wish it or not. I could deny him nothing.
He lifted his hand to my mouth; his fingers wet, and gently painted my lips with my own juices. I tasted my arousal on my tongue but would have no more dared to wipe it away, than I would think to say ‘no’ to him. I stood with my mouth open, my juices trickling down my chin, awaiting his pleasure.
He pressed his fingers further into my mouth, probing deeply and I tried to relax, to let him penetrate where he would, but I choked as his finger reached the back of my mouth. “No,” he yelled and I shrank back, mortified that I had not been able to give him what he required of me. I hurried to open my mouth again, concentrating hard on relaxing my throat, and this time I was fully open to him.
He removed his hand from my mouth and lifted my dress, stroking and exploring my breasts. I licked his fingers when asked and he circled my nipples so lightly and tenderly that it was almost difficult to believe that he could ever hurt me.
His touch on my breasts roughened and he gripped them tightly, crushing my nipples. I closed my eyes, torn once again between pain and pleasure; so aroused it was close to unbearable. My knees weakened and I leaned against him, my head resting against his shoulder. I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my hip and I moved just a little against it, hoping, despite what I’d done, that this time he would use my body; that I would feel him deep inside me.

Wow that was hot! I don't know about everyone else but I can't wait to read more. Thank you so much for visiting with me today. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. I know I did!

Liv: Oh we did! We had such a lot of fun answering the questions. You even managed to get Mr Grumpypants in a good mood! Thank you for having us.

Domitri: My dear Constance, it has been a pleasure to answer such intelligent and searching questions.

Thank you Domitri! You're both very welcome. I hope you'll come back and visit when the next book in your series comes out. I'd love to hear all about it. 

Author Bios:
Liv Honeywell:
When not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not! is my first solo book. The Journal is out now.

You can follow me on my blog -, Twitter -, Facebook -, Goodreads - and my Amazon page is here:

Domitri Xavier:
Domitri Xavier comes from a rich heritage, including Russia, France and Yorkshire. He is the quintessential English gentleman and lives alone in his cavernous mansion, Upton Abbey.
Domitri is not only a writer, composer, pianist, raconteur, wit and poet, he also enjoys a number of hobbies; he breeds Basset Hounds, plays chess (although he has yet to record a victory) and he is a renowned collector of used tea bags – Earl Grey, naturally.
He fills his remaining time writing erotic fiction, much of it based on his own lifestyle at the Abbey.
His poems have been published on Bitten Press’s website - and The Journal is his first book.

You can find Domitri on Facebook –, his Facebook friend page is, his blog is, his Goodreads page is and his Amazon page is

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